“May the blessing of a brilliant morning be with you. I have missed you, Count Laurel.”
A woman who had meticulously hidden her appearance with a thick veil and a long dress bowed to Zion.
It was the current Holy Lady, Roblere Tuh.
Although hidden by the veil, Zion could speculate that a faint smile was lingering on the Holy Lady’s face. It was because of the dignity revealed in her gestures and her clear and pure voice.
Roblere Tuh was a noble woman, fitting the word “holy” in every aspect.
“Please sit.”
Zion Laurel, however, was indifferent to even such a Holy Lady.
The Holy Lady did not stand up to pull out a chair, but rather momentarily looked at the indifferent count.
Zion glanced at her as if asking what the problem was, and eventually, the Holy Lady pulled a chair and sat down herself.
“I was quite surprised when you requested a meeting, Count. The last time I saw you was during your succession ceremony.”
The Holy Lady reminisced about the past, speaking warmly.
Indeed, the last time Zion saw the Holy Lady was seven years ago when he succeeded to the title of Count Laurel.
Zion recalled what the Holy Lady had blessed him with at that time. It was not a particularly special memory. It was just part of the succession ceremony.
That was the only point of connection between the two. They were complete strangers, knowing only of each other’s existence, without any intimacy or interaction. Therefore, the Holy Lady was quite surprised by Zion’s sudden request for an interview.
What was more surprising was the cold attitude of Zion Laurel, sitting with an indifferent face to the topic he himself had raised.
“I am worried that I may have been disrespectful to you, Count, by postponing the opportunity to meet you during such an urgent summon.”
The Holy Lady spoke nobly against the Count’s coldness.
Originally, the two were scheduled to meet at the banquet hall yesterday evening.
But due to Cassel Montra’s whim, the Holy Lady could not attend the banquet. It was because of her integrity, refusing to step foot in a place riddled with gossip.
So the meeting with the Count was naturally postponed, and this hastily arranged meeting was set by the Holy Lady’s side.
Although the Holy Lady said it was an unavoidable situation, she felt apologetic for delaying her meeting with Count Laurel.
But Zion did not care about this at all. In the first place, he had no chance to meet the Holy Lady because Evie had collapsed.
“I do not care about that.”
“I am relieved. I was worried that I might miss the opportunity to meet you, Count.”
Despite Zion’s indifferent response, the Holy Lady’s attitude was infinitely graceful. So Zion vaguely understood where Evie’s hypocrisy originated from.
The current Holy Lady, Roblere Tuh, was indeed an ideal Holy Lady, as rumored.
Elegant and noble, always maintaining calm, not stepping foot in dirty places, preserving her integrity almost compulsively. She was that kind of Holy Lady.
“So, is there a special reason why you called me?”
“I have something I want to ask.”
Zion slowly breathed at the Holy Lady’s question.
The reason Zion asked for a private audience with the Holy Lady was only one.
As part of the promise to help each other once with Evie, it was to confirm whether Roblere Tuh was the one who cursed Evie.
So Zion was going to ask her directly as soon as she sat across from him.
‘Do you know that Evie Ariate has been cursed?’
But the moment he opened his mouth, his body froze. At the same time, Zion lost control of his body.
His body did not move. All actions were restricted, and he couldn’t even open his mouth to speak.
The curse of concealment that befell him suppressed him to keep the secret.
‘…Does she not know at all?’
“Count?”
When Zion only stared at her without speaking, the Holy Lady cautiously called him. So Zion changed the subject to break free from the curse.
“Holy Lady.”
As expected, as soon as he changed his intention, his mouth opened again. It was a truly disgusting curse.
“Whom do you support as the next Holy Lady?”
“That is…….”
At Zion’s direct question, the Holy Lady was momentarily taken aback.
The Holy Lady seemed perplexed for a moment and then asked with a gentle voice.
“May I first ask why you are asking such a question?”
“No.”
But Zion did not allow it.
He looked at the saintess as if to answer the question, and the saintess hesitated before speaking politely.
“I support Ariate. She sings better than anyone, and is loved by Lady Manyanya. I think she is perfectly suited to be the saintess.”
The saintess’s answer was indeed saintly. Therefore, it was not very believable.
He must know what Evie did yesterday, and yet she is perfect to be the saintess?
Zion looked at the saintess, thinking, what trickery is this? Then the saintess cautiously asked again.
“Do you still not want Ariate to be the next saintess, Count?”
Zion could not answer this time either.
Partly because of the curse, and partly because of a change of heart that began yesterday.
So as Zion remained silent, the saintess subtly asked again.
My Arch-enemy Sealed My Memory and Said That He is My Husband
This is an incredibly captivating story that you absolutely shouldn’t miss! I’ll give a brief introduction here, and below you’ll find a detailed synopsis of the plot.
The female lead is a fierce and powerful demon king. The male lead is a once-in-a-millennium celestial lord, admired by the entire cultivation world.
They are equally matched, legendary rivals who have battled for centuries.
In the final duel, the female lead is gravely injured. The male lead saves her, seals her memories, and hides her true identity. He tells her that he is her fiancé. His entire life has been flawless—except for the one thing he never expected, never controlled, and never wanted to control: falling for his greatest enemy. She is his inner demon, his obsession.
When the female lead regains her memories, she is furious at his deception.
She makes his life a living hell.
And somehow, the male lead—possibly a total masochist—doesn’t mind at all. In fact, he’s happy she’s paying attention to him.
Yep, we’re back to my favorite trope: male lead suffering. If you love this kind of story, jump into the pit with me now!!!
Intro
Dong Xia lost her memory.
Her handsome and extremely powerful fiancé Li Qing comforted her: “It’s okay if you can’t remember. I’ll always be with you.”
Everyone thought Dong Xia’s ancestors must have burned incense to get such a perfect fiancé. He was the number one person in the immortal realm, yet he remained chaste and only loved her.
…
The day before marrying her fiancé, Dong Xia finally remembered everything.
She wasn’t suffering from memory loss at all.
Her arch-enemy had made her fake her death, destroyed her cultivation, replaced her memories, and pretended to be her deeply in love fiancé.
No wonder he said, “It’s okay if you can’t remember”!
Dong Xia laughed coldly as she pulled out her long knife: Li Qing, prepare to die 🙂
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Li Qing, as the supreme being of the immortal realm, was the people’s shining beacon.
The only unknown stain in his life was his affection for Dong Xia, the ruler of the demon realm.
In the final battle of the war between immortals and demons, the sky collapsed and the earth shattered. The ruler of the demon realm was finally slain under the sword of the supreme being of the immortal realm, and everyone in the immortal realm applauded.
The cultivation world lost a ruler of the demon realm.
And in the back mountain of Li Qing’s cave dwelling, he secretly hid away a fiancée.
Notes:
1. The female lead is white on the outside, black on the inside, and the queen of flattery; the male lead repeatedly tests the edge of darkness, a VIP guest at the crematorium.
2. Fantasy cultivation world setting.
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